Hello! Ooh, glad some of you liked the sneak peek to this one… I can tell you right now…this story is about to get…A LOT funnier. I've actually been comparing it to the humor some of you have read in Sunshine Circle and Freeze Out…and it's coming soon!

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Oh, sorry for the mix up on the sneak peek by the way. It was supposed to be chapter nine, not ten. I did the same thing on Insight View unfortunately.

Here you go! The first part of this chapter will get your interest. It's also the same night. But, as you can see from the sneak peek, it will change later to the following day.

Chapter Nine
Danny:

Part Two

Now I'm falling even more in love with you…

"Tucker! You overflowed the toilet!" Sam shouted.

I almost laughed. Yeah…doubted it…that was probably courtesy of my dad…

"I didn't…" Tucker started, but then stopped. I raised an eyebrow at him and then he laughed, almost nervously. "I mean, oops!"

"I'll take care of it," I said, stretching and then walking towards the bathroom, shaking my head.

I'd barely gone up the stairs when suddenly something grabbed my arm and yanked me towards the wall. I turned around, throwing out my other arm, expecting to see a ghost—but instead saw Sam.

"Relax, relax, relax!" she said fast.

"Jeez, Sam," I said, breathing in relief.

"Shh," she said. "Come here." I looked at her and then followed her into the other room.

"What are we doing?" I asked.

"I just realized something and I have to tell you…sort of," she said.

"Sort of?" I wondered. "Why are you whispering?"

She stared at me. "Because I don't want them to hear."

"Hear what?"

"I'm trying to tell you," she said. "Valerie and Tucker and Jazz…they're plotting something at us both."

"What?" I asked, confused.

"That…it doesn't matter," she said instead. "What matters is…we've got to come up with something to get them back."

"Like what?"

"I don't know," she replied. She laughed evily which made me think she was thinking something just as evil. "I'll think of something. And, it's what we need to do. I'm telling you, I know what they're doing…"

I was still confused at why we were whispering, since I doubted they could hear us. "What are they doing?"

"They're trying to trick us," she said. "Into doing something that will…Never mind." She stared at me. "You don't have to whisper."

I ignored her statement and thought about the previous one, still confused. "Why…why would they do that?" Tucker and Valerie? Trying to trick us? Into doing what?

"I don't know, but I'm going to find out." I knew that tone. She was definitely serious about this. I sighed, really wishing that I could figure out things as easy as she could. I had noticed that Valerie and Tucker were doing something, but I hadn't really put two and two together. Now…

"So, what do you want me to do?" I wondered.

"Oh, I have an idea…" she said, just as wickedly.

"Okay, okay…feeling really confused now…and kind of creeped out. Can't you tell me what's going on?"

"I…" She looked away and I grabbed her arm softly, concerned.

"Is something wrong?"

"No…it's just…I…have to tell you…"

"Yo, Danny, Sam, did you get lost?"

"Tucker!" shouted a voice, suddenly close. I then heard a gasp just outside the door and rushed towards the door only to see my sister run from the hallway.

"Jazz!" I exclaimed, knowing that she'd been listening.

She froze, stopping at the end of the hallway and then turned around, trying to look innocent, but her cheeks were bright red.

"Hi Danny," she said.

"Jazz."

"I was just passing through."

"Jazz."

"I'm sorry," she said.

"It's fine," Sam said. "I mean, it wasn't…anything important." Her tone of voice made me look back at her and she smiled, turning to her. "Really, it wasn't."

"Sorry," Jazz said again.

There were footsteps in the hallway and I turned around to see my mom walk towards us, yawning tiredly.

"What are you kids still doing up?" she asked. "It's almost eleven. And on a school night."

"Right," Sam agreed. "I should probably be going anyway."

"Tucker, Valerie! Time to go now!" Jazz shouted.

"What?" they called from inside the kitchen still.

Mom laughed and then walked down the hall. I followed, giving Jazz a glare as I walked past. She shrugged, giving me an apologetic look and then turned to Sam.

"Come on guys. It's late. You should be home," mom told Valerie and Tucker.

"Sure Mrs. Fenton," Valerie replied, standing up.

I gave Tucker a questioning look as he and Valerie joined us in the hallway, but didn't say anything. He laughed nervously, almost as if he knew, but then yawned and said loudly, "Let's roll out."

"See ya," Valerie said, brushing my shoulder with her hand.

"Bye," I called back quietly.

My three friends walked out of the house and I waved to them. I knew Tucker and Sam didn't live far away and they'd probably head home together—and then as soon as they were out of sight Valerie would drag out her jet sled and just fly home.

"See you guys!" I shouted as they retreated down the sidewalk.

"Bye!" they all three replied together. I grinned and then closed the door behind them, sighing and turned around.

"You two get to bed in a few minutes," mom said, ruffling my hair. I tried not to look annoyed at this, considering it was really a daily thing, but I really wish people wouldn't do that. "G'night."

"Goodnight," Jazz said.

"'Night," I said nearly at the same time. I waited until she went back up the stairs and then I turned to my sister.

"Well, I'm off to bed--"

"Not so fast," I intervened, making her seem even more nervous. "What did you hear?"

"Not much…maybe a little…"

"You know, she was going to tell me something important," I told her honestly.

"Yeah…I know…and then Tucker intervened," she grumbled.

"Actually, that was you," I argued.

"No, it was Tucker."

"Whatever," I said, defeated. "You still snooped!"

"I know…I was going up to my room and you were in the hallway and I heard you and Sam talking about something--"

"That you have some small part in," I blurted.

She made that "psh" noise like she always did when she was making an excuse and waved her hand. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Uh huh." I sat down on the stairs for a moment, still staring at her and started to talk, but she cut me off. (As usual)

"So, how was your night? Have fun on your date?" The way she said date made me think she knew something I didn't. (Which most of the time, she did, but that wasn't the point.)

"What?"

"Nothing." She shrugged. "I just wanted to know if you had a good time. Why?"

"Because." It was all I needed to say for her to get that I was onto whatever she was trying to get out of me. But she didn't say anything else, her nose twitching as she thought, averting my eye contact. I sighed. "It wasn't a date."

With that last statement, I figured I might as well get some sleep. I mean, for once I hadn't had any ghost troubles and I had actually gotten my homework finished and it was late anyway.

"Goodnight," I told her, jumping up and starting to walk towards my room.

Footsteps echoed behind me soon after. "All I'm saying is--"

Darn it. I knew that wouldn't work.

"—Tucker and Valerie seemed to have fun."

"What does that have to do with anything?" I asked, walking right past her up the stairs. "I had fun. That doesn't mean Sam and I went out on a date."

"You went to the movies, dinner, and had a good time with each other. How is that not a date?" She followed me up the stairs.

"Because Sam isn't my girlfriend."

"Why not? You two make the perfect couple."

I stopped and heard a gasp, turning around to see Jazz's eyes were incredibly huge. Meaning—she hadn't meant to say that aloud.

"Really?" I asked. "And when did you notice this?"

"It's been quite obvious for a while," she said. "Don't…don't you think?"

"You have a problem in your observation Jazz. Sam doesn't like me in that way. Kind of pointless, don't you think?"

She stared at me, blinking several times. "Have you ever wondered why they call you clueless?"

"What?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Never mind," she said fast. "Okay, let's try this. Say Sam doesn't like you. What about you? How do you feel about her?"

"Goodnight Jazz," I insisted, closing the door on her.

"You didn't answer the question you know," she called. A few seconds later, I heard her walk away, hopefully to her own room.

A part of me wanted to tell her shut up. The other half wondered the same thing. Why didn't I answer?
Maybe…maybe I didn't know the answer.

………………………………………

I guess there's something about slightly admitting that you might or might not like someone that makes you completely brain dead around them the next day. I mean…sure, I have problems talking to…other girls. With Sam it had always been easy. She was my best friend.

Today? I felt completely…hopeless.

"Hey Danny!" Tucker greeted, walking up to my locker. "Dude, get sleep?"

"Yeah…about four hours…" I replied bitterly. Four hours asleep and then who shows up? Skulker. Of course.

"Dang…Got any bruises?"

"Not really," I said.

"That's a first." I personally agreed, shrugging.

"Last night was sweeeeet…" he said, whistling.

"Where's Sam?" I wondered, suddenly thinking about her. She was about ten minutes later than she usually was.

"Right here," said a voice.

Not for the first time, she scared the crap out of me, coming up behind me and whacking my head with her hand. "Hope you feel better today."

"Y-yeah thanks," I said, trying to make it as sarcastic as I could, but my voice came out a bit higher pitched than usual.

"You okay?" she asked.

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. This…was not going to go well at all today if I was like this already…

"Okay then…" Sam raised an eyebrow and patted me on the shoulder. "You look exhausted."

"I'm good," I told her. Well, at least that came out normal.

"I think he's sleep deprived," Tucker offered, glancing at me the way she was. I gave him a look while Sam was also looking at him, and he sighed, getting the hint. "But…no weirder than usual."
Sam didn't appear to be listening. I followed her gaze and saw that she was staring at Valerie, across the hallway, putting books in her locker. I was about to ask, but she grabbed my arm. "I'm going to get to class. Coming?"

"We've got about seven minutes," I told her, glancing at my watch.

"I know, I'll meet you there, okay?" She rushed away before either of us had the chance to say anything and I blinked in surprise.

"Alrighty then…mood swings, gotcha. Gotta lay off the sexist comments for a while," Tucker said. "Eh, oh well. We've got the whole weekend planned out." He started walking and I stood there a moment, confused.

"Wait, what?" I followed him.

"Some fun this weekend…"

"So what are we doing?" I asked, trying to keep up with him.

Tucker turned around abruptly and I almost ran into him. "Dude, now that Valerie's been hanging around with all of us lately, we need some guy time. I say we hang out at the computer store or something."

"What about Sam?" I wondered.

He stared at me. "Okay, slowly then. G…u…y…s day."

"I get that part," I told him, giving him a look. "But I was just wondering what Sam would think."

"Has she ever cared what we're doing?" he asked.

He had a point. "Sounds good then," I agreed.

"Besides, she and Valerie are going to the mall and hanging out all day," he said.

I froze in shock. "What?"

"Valerie told me about two minutes before I talked to you. Said that Sam had wanted to go out for a while. Pretty freaky deaky if you ask me."

"What are you and Valerie doing?"

The words suddenly left my mouth before I could stop them and I instantly wondered what had possessed me to say it.

"W-what?" Tucker stammered. The exact same thing he did when he when he was guilty of something.

I sighed. "Look…" I decided to not include Sam in the conversation. If…he just thought I knew, then maybe I could get more out of him. "I know you're up to something. You, Valerie, and Jazz…" He looked away, biting his lip. "Tucker, tell me," I insisted.

"There's nothing to tell," he said. "I mean…don't be paranoid…Okay…I'll tell you." I wasn't surprised that he'd cracked so easy. "But…I swear, if Valerie finds out and decides to come after me anytime soon or…if you tell Sam, she'll probably end up doing worse…"

"Go on," I interrupted.

"We're…just seeing the inevitable."

"Yeah, really don't like that word," I told him.

"Okay, we're seeing the obvious."

"Obvious what?" I stared, waiting for his answer.

"The little thing…between you…and someone…maybe…" he stuttered.

It only took me about two seconds to figure it out.

"What?"

So, what do you think he figured out? Did he get it right, or do you think he's thinking something else…hmm, remember, I'm complicated…

As for Danny, you won't get his point of view again until chapter seventeen, which, if I update this one enough, won't be such a long wait. Until then though, I can provide you with a double dose of Sam. The next few chapters go Sam, Valerie, Sam, so that's why.

Please R&R! Here's your sneak peek!

Chapter Ten: Sam: Part Two

"Can I talk to you a minute?" Without waiting for an answer, I grabbed her arm and pulled her around the corner. She stumbled at first and then regained her balance and allowed herself to be steered away. I personally felt like shoving her into the wall, but restrained myself.

"What the heck are you trying to do?"

To my surprise, she didn't play dumb with me. Instead, she looked around. "I don't want to talk about it. Not now…and definitely not here."

"Fine then," I snapped, trying to figure out if she was messing with me or not. "What's your idea?"

"The mall," she said. "Tomorrow."

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